Heading into the main bazaar yesterday, we happened upon two dizas squatting outside the entrance looking at gold rings. Just knowing that those two fat Turkmen women dictate the quality of items in Turkmenistan is a bit frustrating. I felt like coming up to them and mentioning loudly with lots of hand gestures, that those rings aren't pretty, and are, in fact, quite atrocious! Just buy pretty things! I'm sick of only hot pink and hot green purses on sale at the bazaar! I'm tired of the same three styles of pointy-toed shoes! Buy something I like! Please!
But instead, Courtnee and I merely grabbed each other's hand and steered ourselves away from the people of our Motherland before making a spectacle. Maybe next time.
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